[Murdoc is hoping that pause is one of realisation and that he will put the net down and cease the assualt.
Nope.
He can't dodge the net in time, so it manages to drape over him dramatically. He struggles, but the damn thing is caught in his horns. As cool as they look, they're terribly impractical.
In desperation, he's going to scream up at Wesley in his loudest voice.]
YOU'RE MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE, SIR. I'M A PROFESSOR TOO, I WORK HERE. [A pause.] I HAVE SONS? [And if that doesn't work he supposes he could say he's a magical fish who grants wishes.]
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Nope.
He can't dodge the net in time, so it manages to drape over him dramatically. He struggles, but the damn thing is caught in his horns. As cool as they look, they're terribly impractical.
In desperation, he's going to scream up at Wesley in his loudest voice.]
YOU'RE MAKING A HUGE MISTAKE, SIR. I'M A PROFESSOR TOO, I WORK HERE. [A pause.] I HAVE SONS? [And if that doesn't work he supposes he could say he's a magical fish who grants wishes.]